3 December 2012
She can't find her way as she looks around There's not a soul in sight The snow twists and twirls and writhes and weaves Around her in the night
There's not a whisper, not a sound And there's barely any light She sees no moon through the midnight leaves Lost is poor Snow White. Alone in the blackened night. Lost in a world of white.
Forest Of White Night • Opuss № I